Vision

My eyes are bad. Myopia. Astigmatism. Wearer of (much thinner) glasses these days thanks to technology. Sadly, I passed on my eyes to at least my oldest daughter, Tami. In fact, she called me over a month ago to thank me for her “special eyes.” That is what her eye doctor called them. Special does not mean X-ray eyes or eyes which can melt steel like Superman. Special as in, you really ought to have the Lasik surgery now before you get any older and your eyes get worse. Sorry Tami.

Then, of course, there is Daredevil who was blind. He didn’t need his eyes to “see,” especially in the night. Sorry Tami. No special eyes like that.

Jesus speaks of vision when He says, “Where your treasure is that is where your heart is.” He also says, “Do not lay up treasure where moth and rust corrupt, and thieves break in and steal.” In the course of that same conversation He talks about the eyes. An eye that is clear represents a single minded devotion. An eye that is bad is a heart that is selfishly indulgent.

Along with talk of treasure is also talk about worry. I think Jesus has just gone from preaching to meddling.

Those are my two thoughts this Sunday as I preach on Radical Vision. Staying focused on what really matters.